Gangstas Make the Girls Go Wild

Lyrics

[Intro: Chris Brown] G-g-girls go wild Make the girls go wild [Verse 1: The Game] Hundred million dollars and we straight (And we straight) Summer rush, Yamahas out on that lake (On that lake) Granny told me, "Go be great" (Go be great) Drip like the kitchen sink while you smilin' in they face, yeah Never late, forever straight Heavyweights, don't make us demonstrate Industry niggas be actin' hella fake Let me smoke and meditate 'fore I fuck around and catch a case Shit, we do this every day They hatin', nigga, let 'em hate Bring this Draco to your livin' room and let it decorate Some of my niggas Crips, some Blood, we don't segregate Spread these bottles 'round the club, we got hella crates Standin' on these couches tryna elevate We in the VIP surrounded by yellow tape And it's my twenty-second year off of Section 8 Might kiss Ella Mai in the mouth just to celebrate [Chorus: Chris Brown] Right now, let your hair hang down (Down), summertime And the gangstas make the girls go wild Baby, know we up (Up) Ain't nothin' but a G thang (G thang) Always strapped up, no problem (No, no problem) Put your cup in the air It's a gangsta party right now Throw it in the air, baby, I want all the smoke (Smoke, ooh) Bring it over here, baby, got you on go Bang on this, babe I'ma pull your card now Gangstas make the girls go wild [Verse 2: The Game] .38s on the Rezvani Tank Black and gold, breeze through like a New Orleans Saint DM your bitch, think I ain't? Gon' hit the Met Gala steps with her drippin' like some wet paint Do what I want, nigga, this LA I hit a switch and had the Impala squeakin' like Michel'le And this chain cost a hundred K Try to take it, I catch fades like OBJ We out in Vegas playin' spades at the Mandalay We gotta make it, shit, it really ain't no other way Stay dangerous, keep it on you 'case you gotta spray Try and get all your niggas out the hood and buy some real estate Motivate, been fifteen years since I sold a eighth Ten bands in every pocket got me feelin' overweight My ex bitch came back around like a rollerskate I told her ass, "If you can't roll a blunt, you can't roll the Wraith" [Chorus: Chris Brown] Right now (Right now), let your hair hang down (Down), summertime And the gangstas make the girls go wild Baby, know we up (Up, ooh) Ain't nothin' but a G thang (G thang, oh-woah) Always strapped up, no problem (No, no problem) Put your cup in the air It's a gangsta party right now (Ooh) Throw it in the air, baby (Ooh-ooh), I want all the smoke (Smoke, ooh) Bring it over here, baby (Ooh), got you on go Bang on this, babe (Bang it, baby) I'ma pull your card (Card) now (Gangstas make) Gangstas make the girls go wild (Yeah)